A quick shake of her hand and then the woman was gone. A slow smile leached across cracked visage. Apparently the woman did not wish to continue the pleasantries, which is fine. The Unnamed is not one for idle chat with others she does not know anyway. The offer still stood. Unlike others, Zaynah did not impose upon the minds of those she was not corrupting.

Mercurial irides of jadeite and emerald study the newest revelation. Iria's smile, the sharp canines that reside beneath petal pink lips. So she is a vampire.. and she is now offering a hand to the Djinn. A single, raven brow raises at the extended hand; this is a custom the Unnamed is not particularly fond of but she will accomodate the woman. Family. A lissome arm of blanched cinder extends, feverish hand grasping at Iria's chilled one.

"The pleasure is mine.." Velvet tones drips from crimson pout, tinged with soft Middle Eastern accent. "Yes, it seems he does." Zaynah had just been thinking the same, hadn't she. "If you should require my assistance, simply think upon my name. I will answer."

A mechanical cant of her head, the Djinn studies the newest member of Seventh Circle. Pretty pretty. Victor does know how to pick them, doesn't he? "Welcome Iria, to Seventh Circle." A smile curls the corners of rubied pout. "I am known as Zaynah."

Walking down the busy city streets with purpose, her stride stopped abruptly as the young woman introduced herself. Iva couldn't help but smile. She could do that, smile. It was good customer service. Whenever she read the cards for someone, she had to remind herself to smile at the insipid fools seeking answers they already had. This girl was far less annoying right out of the gate. Tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear, her smile widened.

"Well. Your irresponsible coven mates are traipsing around the world without any regard to the beauty of a group hunt.
"I can't blame them all, I supposed. Those demon b-stards are kind of boring, if you ask me." Jameson grinned, giving the scruff along his chin a light scratching.
"In any case, there's a game I like to play during weeks like these. Slow. Quiet." With a wave of his hand he continued, "The adrenaline junkie tourists who ignore the signs and trespass anyway.. They always come to regret not doing what they're told. Although that usually comes after we release them into the swamps."

The man raised a brow and allowed a small cant of his head, "Despair is my favorite flavor. And you?"